If the end of the world were to come, I would find peace in the same way that I will find it in the crisp morning air, on a sunny day. The sound of birds chirping and dogs barking, on freshly mown grass and huge oak trees. With all the beautiful creatures of the forest making all the woodland sounds.
Peace is such an odd concept. Where they death is peaceful, they also say living is. Can something have meaning in such opposite ways. The world says peace is this but those closest say it is something else.
To those who have truly felt peace know that it comes in so many different colors. The blues of heartache when you realize it's life telling you to find peace in who you became. The silvers of children when they cry the first time and then laugh in days to come. Reds of fires on cold nights. And purples of songs sung by a lovers voice. The greens of nature and the yellows of moonlight.
Peace is complicated yet so easy to know.
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Randomthese are passages to books I hope to write, thoughts that keep me up at night, and so many things in between
